Virgin Marriage by Alexa Riley

Chapter 7

Gia

Ipick up my math exam and take it to the front of the room. I follow behind the rest of the students as I put my test on the desk. I have no idea how I did on it and sadly I can’t bring myself to care. These past two weeks have been wonderfully terrible.

I’ve pretty much moved into Marco’s place and all I have left to do is hand my keys over to the building manager. Marco was crafty and had the place emptied while we were at lunch one afternoon. When the man wants something done, he goes for it. I don’t think he knows how passionate he really is, but I do and I love him for it.

“Miss Fisher.” I look up at Professor Wilson. “A word please.” He winks and I wonder if he’s got something in his eye. Why else would he be winking at me? I hear a girl next to me whisper that I’m lucky, but why would it be lucky to get asked to stay after class?

“Sure,” I say, stepping aside to let everyone go by me.

I shoot Marco a text letting him know I’ll be a minute longer before sliding my phone back into my bag. It’s not a small class, but none of the basic classes are. This geometry class has over eighty students, but math has always been easy for me. I didn’t study for the test like I normally do, but this time my mind was somewhere else.

If you would have told me a few months ago I would be cool with skating by in class I would have called you a liar. I put my all into everything I do, even if I’m not sure why I’m doing it. College is a perfect example of that. I know I’m supposed to be here, I’m just not sure what I want to do with a degree. I guess I need to finally pick a major, but it’s too bad they don’t offer a class on making babies. I smirk to myself, knowing I already take that class nightly. Although who am I kidding, I take it all day. Marco and I can’t get enough of each other.

“Gia.” I jerk when the professor calls my name and my cheeks heat. Thankfully he doesn’t know what I was thinking about.

He smiles and steps closer to me and my stomach drops. I’ve heard a few girls mention Professor Wilson sleeps with his students. I brushed it off thinking it was just gossip because Professor Wilson isn’t bad on the eyes. What if he thinks I was blushing because of him? He’s going to ask me out or something, I can feel it. The energy shifts in the room as the last student exits, leaving me alone with him.

I fidget with my engagement ring that’s been on my finger since last Sunday when Marco asked me in front of my whole family. Well, my whole family minus my brother Jason who has missed the last two family dinners. My dad gave Marco his blessing before he asked me to marry him in front of everyone. It’s still hard that Jason isn’t fully on board, but my family wants me to be happy and I guess we all hope with time Jason will come around. Still it’s putting a damper on everything for me.

“Professor Wilson,” I say, waiting for him to tell me what he wants.

He’s acting like I’m the one who asked to speak to him as he stands there in silence. I’m a little surprised he even knew my name with the number of students he has in this class.

He moves closer and I freeze when he reaches out to touch me. His hand moves towards my face and I know I should step back, but I panic. Normally I would smack his hand, but him being my teacher renders me motionless. Not to mention no one ever tries to touch me.

“The fuck?” I hear from behind me.

Marco shows up out of nowhere and his hand wraps around the professor’s wrist. I knew he was waiting outside for me, but I guess he decided to come in. Marco’s not a patient man. He thought he was when we first started dating, but I have to remind him we really haven't been dating that long. He only grunts when I give him the facts as if they aren't real. Lately he’s been mostly impatient with us getting married, as if we could run down to city hall and my family wouldn’t lose their minds. It isn't helping that I’m dragging my feet about planning it and picking a date. I keep hoping Jason is going to come around.

Professor Wilson pales as Marco leans close to him. “You touch your students often?” I’m not sure it’s really a question but more of an accusation. Marco throws Wilson’s hand so hard he actually stumbles back and Marco takes a step towards him. I jump between them and put my hands on Marco’s chest.

“I’m ready to go,” I tell him softly.

I grew up in a house full of boys, I know when not to poke. Now is not a time to stir anything even if Wilson had it coming. If this is something he does to his female students, then someone needs to put a stop to it.

“I’m not.” Marco’s eyes are shooting a death glare over my shoulder.

“I’m really sorry, Miss Fisher.” Professor Wilson goes back to using my last name, trying to calm Marco.

“That’s not helping,” I snip over my shoulder to the professor.

“Miss Fisher.” Marco repeats what he’s called me and I roll my eyes. He will not be happy until I’m a Mrs. with a giant baby belly to match.

“We’re leaving.” I use my own stern voice and dig my fingers into Marco’s suit. I pull him with me and he goes, but not before he lets the professor know this isn't over. He’s right. It isn't over, but it doesn't have to be handled with two men rolling around in the middle of my classroom.

I get him out into the hallway but we only make it a few feet down the hallway before he’s pulling me into a room. When the door closes behind us he’s all over me.

“I knew this dress was going to be a fucking problem,” he says.

Before I can call him out about it he’s kissing me again. He enjoyed the dress before he took me to class and he seems to be enjoying it now as his hand slips easily into my panties.

I moan at the grip of his hands because I love the rough side to Marco. It’s why I can’t get mad about how he acted moments ago or the fact that he’s going to make me cum with people a few feet away moving up and down the hallway. I have a feeling he scouted this room before he went into my classroom to find me. The man is always two steps ahead.

“Wet for me already,” he says as he pulls his mouth from mine and I nod.

I’m still wet from the cum he left inside me this morning. His fingers strum my clit and I press my chest into him, wishing we were back home and in bed. I hate when there are so many clothes between us.

I try to move my hips as I let out a small moan. His free hand comes up and covers my mouth.

“You’re going to be quiet for me.” I shake my head no because I’m never quiet. I’ve tried but it doesn’t work.

He fights a smirk. “You can cum when you give me a wedding date.” His fingers stop moving and he drops his hand away from my mouth.

My lips part and my mind goes blank. “I can’t,” I cry, needing to cum.

“You don’t want to marry me?” His tone is light but my body is screaming.

“You know I do.” I try and wiggle, needing the friction as I dig my fingers into his suit. “Can we talk about this later?”